User blog:Martin2/M2's project

Prologue
The wind was alive. It felt like a malignant force, trying to burrow it’s way into my bones and freeze me to death. It whipped my hair up in my face and obscured the scene in front of me. A man in a thick black coat stood smoking a cigarette and looking around him nervously, as another man with a shovel was digging into a three-foot high mound. The mound curved around into a terminating spiral at one end and wound away into the distance on the other. It seemed to me that a deep, pulsing, red light was shining through the scar in the mound’s surface. The men didn’t notice, but they were obviously apprehensive. I tried to move closer but my entire body was locked in place. The man with the shovel hurled one final shovelful away, and stepped back. The wind picked up with an icy ferocity that nearly pushed him over.

“Let’s get out of here, man,” he said.

“No,” the other replied as he dropped his cigarette and ground it down with his heel, “He’s supposed to meet us here with the money.” A figure with a deep cowl facing away from me materialized next to him. The man with the shovel dropped it on his foot.

“I wish you wouldn’t do that!” he yelped, nursing his injured toe. The figure didn’t speak, just handed a briefcase to the smoker. The smoker and his partner took a quick look at the money inside and ran.

The figure slowly turned around. It pulled off its hood, and I saw two furry ears standing out from its head prominently. It finally stood facing me directly, two bright golden eyes staring directly into my face.

“Goodbye,” it said. Then it lunged for my throat.